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Pretty things and a rundown of my day
Today, I had one of those experiences that makes you really happy to be alive. I was stopped at a stoplight in just outside of Rhode Island and I was watching the wind whip around my car. As I waited for the light to to turn, the sun broke through the clouds. At the same moment, the wind blew the petals off some sort of flowering tree and across my car. It was one of those movie-perfect images that rarely ever cross over into real life.
Last night, it was the humidity after the rain that made an impression on me. I was driving home from work, bass pounding, wind in my hair, going a little too fast for the wet roads, but feeling like I was getting no where. Everything had this mist rising from it and it kept rolling over the hood of my car like breaking waves and creeping into the windows like a ghost when I slowed below 45. It was beautiful. Everything smelled fresh, like after a thunderstorm.
I'm really tired right now. The hair appointment when quite well and I have a couple of pix to post of that tomorrow when the hamster responsible for running the wheel of my brain wakes up and unstuffs its cheek pouches. I also have pix of my bridesmaid's sack and my Frankenboobies in it. Carleigh says I'm being foolish about them, but oh god, do I hate them. All they do is cause havoc in a lowcut shirt, make my back hurt, and not fit into things like they should. In short, they are unruly.
Speaking of Carleigh, she and her friend Brian roadtripped down here on Monday. We hung out, attacked the mall photo booth, and she called Weenie-Boy and made him give me my CDs back. He was pretty mature about the whole thing, I must say, with his hanging up on her a couple times and then leaving someone else to give us the CDs. My 2 1/2 year old niece is better behaved than that. But, I digress... I fully stand by what I wrote in my profile: I am gunna marry Carleigh.
I'm going to see The Faint next Friday. They're one of my favourite bands. I'm going to sit and drool like an idiot until then. Then, it's two weeks until Dawn's wedding, and from then ...um... a little under a month to my birthday and I am so going to see The Orb and maybe getting a waterbed. It shall be sumptuous.
I think I ate something I'm allergic to, because my lips are all burny.
I rearranger the room tonight. I may or may not take pictures. Friday, I'm headed up to see Dawn and Carleigh. I'm so insanely busy. I may drop in on my father while I'm up there, so I can listen to him ramble on about how "the gays are trying to recruit" him. Sigh.
So, I'm going to go slather Ambesol on my lips and then to sleep. I like sleep.
Last night, it was the humidity after the rain that made an impression on me. I was driving home from work, bass pounding, wind in my hair, going a little too fast for the wet roads, but feeling like I was getting no where. Everything had this mist rising from it and it kept rolling over the hood of my car like breaking waves and creeping into the windows like a ghost when I slowed below 45. It was beautiful. Everything smelled fresh, like after a thunderstorm.
I'm really tired right now. The hair appointment when quite well and I have a couple of pix to post of that tomorrow when the hamster responsible for running the wheel of my brain wakes up and unstuffs its cheek pouches. I also have pix of my bridesmaid's sack and my Frankenboobies in it. Carleigh says I'm being foolish about them, but oh god, do I hate them. All they do is cause havoc in a lowcut shirt, make my back hurt, and not fit into things like they should. In short, they are unruly.
Speaking of Carleigh, she and her friend Brian roadtripped down here on Monday. We hung out, attacked the mall photo booth, and she called Weenie-Boy and made him give me my CDs back. He was pretty mature about the whole thing, I must say, with his hanging up on her a couple times and then leaving someone else to give us the CDs. My 2 1/2 year old niece is better behaved than that. But, I digress... I fully stand by what I wrote in my profile: I am gunna marry Carleigh.
I'm going to see The Faint next Friday. They're one of my favourite bands. I'm going to sit and drool like an idiot until then. Then, it's two weeks until Dawn's wedding, and from then ...um... a little under a month to my birthday and I am so going to see The Orb and maybe getting a waterbed. It shall be sumptuous.
I think I ate something I'm allergic to, because my lips are all burny.
I rearranger the room tonight. I may or may not take pictures. Friday, I'm headed up to see Dawn and Carleigh. I'm so insanely busy. I may drop in on my father while I'm up there, so I can listen to him ramble on about how "the gays are trying to recruit" him. Sigh.
So, I'm going to go slather Ambesol on my lips and then to sleep. I like sleep.